"The pipe of peace?" he asked.
"If you like."
He drew in the smoke gratefully.
"Olga, you're a trump," he said with a genuine heartiness.
"Thanks," she said dryly. "I know it. And you're playing me quite successfully—aren't you? Hearts? and I'm the 'dummy.' I never liked playing the 'dummy.'"
He laughed.
"I wish I were quite sure in my mind what you do like to play."
Her look questioned coolly.
"I mean, that, as well as I've thought I've know you, I find that I've never known you at all. You're a creature of bewildering transitions. I hear that you're going to marry De Folligny."
"And what if I am?" she flashed at him.